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Hard Pig

"Get in the car boy!"

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Light and motion, empty highway.
Moving forward, feeling my weight.

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Sound and tension.
Teaching me time.
Holdin' me down.
Breaking my ass.

There is, no light.
There is, no light.
Death is the hard song.
There is, no light.
Death is the hard song.

Why make me a sinner when I do just what you say?
Why call me a killer, if I give myself away?
I give up.

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I am reborn, feeling new weight.
I'm born of motion. Born of hate.

There is, no wrong.
There is, no right.
There is, no light.
Death is the hard song.
Why make me a sinner when I do just what you say?
Why call me a killer, if I give myself away?
Why make me a sinner when I do just what you say?
Why call me a killer, if I give myself away?

I slam in sideways through the door.
Sleek but not sober.
Something in me open, unfinished.
I pull the sheet back off your unconcious form.
Shed the liquor from my coke bottle.
I get what I came for.
I find clothes and cheap.???
I take the matches from my pocket.
And I strike one.
And I count to ten.
And I let the matches fall.
And I let the matches fall.

[I'm a, I'm a hard pig...]